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I am tucked into a little indention of a dirt wall next to a dirt ramp. I have been dreaming for a while, but this is the earliest memory I have after waking. I peek around the corner to check for anyone coming. When I know the coast is clear I run down the ramp to a sheer drop on the path. I stop and look over the edge, there are two men on the lower level facing me but not looking up. One is very short and not very memorable, the other is sitting on a block or barrel or something. He has buzz cut light hair, maybe red or even dirty blonde, he's got a cigarette between his lips that moves as he talks and a grey over sized gun in his right hand that he's waving in the air as he speaks. I can't hear him, but recognition of danger strikes. I know he's after someone, and I know where that person is, but my brain is foggy and I can't remember the name of the man that I need to warn. I turn and go back up the ramp, passing my original hiding place and turning left to another ramp and indention in the wall maybe forty to fifty feet away. There's another couple of people there. I don't pay attention to or else don't remember the person farthest away from me because I am too distracted by the blonde man I am there to warn. I feel like my breath catches, and I struggle to find words through my brains fog. I keep screaming in my head, I know this man, why can't I remember his name? He's important, but who is he? The man asks me what's wrong, and I reply with a warning, "He's here, he's coming for you! I saw him!" The man tells me sternly to go home and hide in the closet. I express worry about him facing this other man, and he tells me with complete confidence, and almost order like, "I will take care of him. Go hide, now." Our dog runs up by my side with a toy in her mouth, and I start worrying about her being in the way and getting hurt, so I agree to hide, telling him he'd better come back because puppers wants to play with him, and I don't want her disappointed. He nods silently, and sings a gun off his shoulder. He heads the direction I came from, and I head farther up the ramp away from trouble. At the top of the ramp is the house I lived in growing up. It's been over ten years since I've lived there, but it doesn't strike me as odd. I take puppers into the house and go to my old bedroom closet. there's a ton of stuff and boxes in there, and I start moving them out and piling them up in front of the door to make room for me and puppers. the thoughts runs through my mind that it'll be easy to find us with all these boxes in front of the door pointing to us hiding there, but then I relax because I don't believe the bad men will ever make it past the man I warned, I trust him with my life completely. I notice a dog treat and a dog bone on the floor while moving the boxes and decide to take them inside the closet so puppers can chew on them and keep quiet. I settle onto the floor and pull on the bottom of the door to close it, then start petting puppers and talking to her all quiet and soothingly trying to keep her calm and quiet.

I wake up, at first paranoid and scared that I am still hiding. The fog clears quickly though, and I realize that I am in bed and that the important man who's name I couldn't remember was K. It bothers me somewhat that I couldn't remember his name even though I knew in the dream he was so important and trusted him completely. My boy friend and I spoke of it, and came to the conclusion that the lack of recognition is likely due to the lack of importance I have placed on my dream life, finding K, and learning from the experiences lately. Still, I feel like I have missed a great opportunity with this being my first K dream in months, and with the few K dreams I do have being months and months apart. The guns and ramps are likely due to playing lots of Splatoon lately.

At a small hotel, help solve a mystery of where money is hidden to pay for repairs so the female owner won't have to close down. We find the money in a hidden room, and tell the woman she should go get a safe at Walmart or Staples for $50 to keep it all in.
Go astral, and spend some time flying.
Then I am in a dream again, driving fast on a rural road and DCs are yelling at me as I go by. I miss my turn and become lucid, drive to a place I know I've been before, a big white house, empty, next to a huge pond that has nature habitat signs all around. What a perfect place for retreats and swimming, I think. I turn the car around on a wooded track past the pond and drive back out. This place would be great to buy -- I wonder if it's real and how much it is. I remind myself to remember to write these dreams down when I wake up.

In which H isn't dead...

Another dream about H. We are at a house or a very nice hotel lobby perhaps. C is there. H has cooked and we are eating dinner. She is not dead. It was a misunderstanding of some sort. Every now and again I think of how this doesn't make sense. Once I wonder if she was really put in at the morgue or what body I saw at the viewing, but the truth is right in front of me- there she is, not dead. We talk a bit about the funeral and the fiasco around it. She asks about a ring her mother gave her. I can't remember most of what we talked about. Mostly, though, we just hang out and talk. I think of how there are loads of things I want to tell her, but I don't, and instead I mostly just enjoy hanging out with her and talking with her. At one point, I start to think about it, and I have a little panic attack, but then it recedes and I come back and we hang out again. For the most part, it is very calm and comforting and feels very natural.

+ guy stabs others to death with long knife, stabs me but I manage to escape with minor wounds

+(f) in childhood home dad gets up from the couch and walks by me, naked

+(f) flying around high city rooftops, meeting and talking with people

+ dream boundaries unclear: team-based combat, multiple venues (at least 4), detailed, vivid, complicated rules, very long time, I'm generally a newb in all of them trying to figure out how to play; brief erotic moment with stunning naked girl teammate

Memories of various scenes:

1. Indoors, sort of like a wide open furniture store, the team hot young beauty asks me to throw the (football?) on to the bed to claim it. I throw what is like a cylindrical cushion there, and we jump on to the bed. She goes and grabs ("the football?") from another bed. I'm lying down on my left side as sort of a barrier, and she kneels behind me on the bed. We're both naked. She says "this is the first time we've ever been (together like this?)", I respond "there's a first time for everything!" I reach my right hand up and caress her lower back and down towards her rear, start to feel the top of a cheek and bun, she has a smoking hot sexy tight body, and she gets up and leaves. I can't wait to tell my male teammate friend that I had a "special moment" with her.

2. I connect to an online FPS game, an opponent is flying in the distance and closes to attack. We're trying to shoot each other. I'm changing weapons from bullets to plasma balls, I can't quite get the lead on his circular strafing motion right in order to hit him enough to beat him.

3. Flying above and landing at a scene. I'm trying to pick up the "quake quad damage" power up, but I do not have all of the 4 required ingredients as the device itself tells me.

4. In battle, like in a large high-ceilinged theater. There's an important area up high, but it is forbidden (or dangerous?) to approach above ground, so there are underground tunnels to go there. I'm not interested in going in the tunnels.

I'm in the high ground area, there are large bins of ammunition which consists of irregularly shaped small stones or large gravel. The most valuable is colored blue, and one guy is hanging out by that spot in order to shoot and reload constantly. The advantage of this spot is the huge reserves of ammo.
Some opponents move in, youngish girls, they're shooting me, where's my shotgun!? I run around avoiding their shots and find my gun leaning against a back wall.

I'm done with the combat, but you can't just quit: you have to shoot at a special target in order to leave.

A new session begins, all the expert players quickly run for special equipment/areas in order to get lots of power ups. I don't know how to do this and I'm at a disadvantage, being such a newb. I think about rolling downhill sideways in order to move more quickly.

+(f) playing with a dog

+(f) I give coaches a toy soldier(s), the stand is stamped with a date on the bottom from the 1800's, he and his assistant think it's very valuable.

Cory and I were looking to adopt a kid, so we mapped out a few orphanages on our GPS. Apparently you can just go to a random orphanage and pick up a kid like you would a pet or something. So we set out in the car, but kept getting lost. Really lost, like driving through people's yards and at one point we were off-roading in some field of dirt. Cory wanted to drive up this sand bank but it was friggin sheer vertical sand and I said no way. He tried anyway and we slipped back down. I tried getting our location on the map on my phone, but the map kept zooming out and made it impossible. By some miracle we finally made it to the orphanage and we were looking at kids, and we were thinking on this 12ish year old boy with sandy hair. So we were walking around the orphanage with him and he was telling us about himself, but something about him seemed very off. He asked if we would adopt him, so Cory and I had a little pow-wow and we both really didn't want to. We wanted to move on to the next orphanage. We were dreading telling him because we didn't want to break his little heart, but we finally did and he looked so dejected and just said "Oh." and walked away. I wanted to cry.

For some reason we were paying rent on two apartments because we were too lazy to move all the stuff from one apartment over to the other. So we slept at one apartment, but the other one had our washer/dryer, so we would drive over there to do our clothes. We decided to finally combine them but when we went to the washer/dryer apartment, we just couldn't figure out how to do it or how to bring the stuff back to the other place. Apparently we also kept a cash register with a moving belt attached to it at the apartment. Cory would put items on the belt and when they got to the end I'd bag them, and that's how we moved stuff. The belt was also super-magnetic so whenever something metal came down the line, it would stick and I'd have to struggle to pull it off.

I don't remember the last dream, just that I was sitting on the ground and Seru in his semi-perfect form was standing there screaming at me and I was like WTF. And I was friggin terrified for some reason.

I was looking under the bed for my two cats, and they were there, but to my surprise I found a third! It was an enormous calico, at least twice the size of any other cat I'd ever seen, and unbelievably fat. Startled by this strange discovery, I pointed it out to my husband. He gave me a suspicious look and said, "That's Crowl," as if explaining the obvious.

"He must have at least fifteen percent of the Internet!" I exclaimed, thinking that there's no way such an unusual cat could avoid becoming an Internet sensation. My husband nodded in confirmation.

"Where did he come from?" I inquired. It seemed like a reasonable question, since I had never seen this cat before but my husband appeared to be familiar with him.

Again my husband looked at me in wary confusion, as if he couldn't understand why he had to keep telling me things I should know perfectly well. "We got him from Donna Slope."

"Who's Donna Slope?" The tension was growing with every question I asked. My husband was now staring at me as if he feared that I had finally lost my mind. I gathered that this was the name of someone we knew quite well, for for the life of me I could not remember a single detail about her.

I noticed that the sliding door to the patio was open, and one of our own cats and Crowl had gone outside. I expressed alarm: ours is an elderly indoor cat, and definitely not allowed outside without close supervision. My husband seemed strangely unconcerned: "It's okay, he'll follow Crowl." I was not reassured. "We'll have to talk about this later," I said, indicating the events of the entire morning, and went out after the cats.

The two were already walking along the side of the house toward the street. To my alarm I saw that the front gate was open, and they went right through it. For some reason after I caught up with them I picked up Crowl first. As I walked back along the side of the house I noticed an assortment of little pumpkins or round gourds next to the path. One green one was rattling violently as if something were trying to get out. This piqued my curiosity, but I could not investigate with my arms full of cat, so I resolved to take a closer look after both cats were secured back indoors. I unceremoniously dumped Crowl back inside the bedroom, making sure to close the screen door behind him, and then went back for the other cat.

I was worried at having left my cat unattended, but reminded myself that he moved very slowly in his old age and he could not have gone far. As long as he hadn't blundered out into the street, he should be okay. I soon spotted him next to the sidewalk chewing on grass... but something was amiss. There were now two cats of his appearance. I studied them closely until I thought I was sure which one was him, and carried him back inside. After he was safely secured in the house, I went back to investigate those pumpkins.

The pumpkins ranged in color from green to orange, and seams indicated that the tops could be lifted like those of jack-o-lanterns. What did I expect to find inside? What if it was a coiled up snake, and it bit me? I brushed aside the fear impatiently: the only reason to be afraid of a snake is if you think it might have deadly poison, but that is quite rare. Most snakebites are harmless. Still, why did I want to look inside the pumpkins? I needed a good reason. "Curiosity," I concluded. "Curiosity is the desire to know more." That seemed like a good enough reason in itself.

The first few pumpkins were hollowed out as I anticipated, but they contained only vague shapes, like something was still buried in the pumpkin flesh. I peered closely at one and I thought it looked lizard-shaped. "Maybe they aren't ready to hatch yet," I concluded. I reached the green one that had been shaking violently. Surely this one was ready! I stopped and tried to imagine what I would most like to find inside, and decided on one of those little troll dolls. Wouldn't be cool to find one that had come to life? I lifted the top and... it was just another lizard. This was vaguely disappointing after I had gotten my hopes up for something more exotic.

After going back in the house I started thinking hard. I realized something very strange was going on today, and I needed to figure out what it was. My husband was acting very uncharacteristically, and I was apparently unfamiliar with major details of my own life. What could it be? Was it related to time travel? My current situation felt very similar to the life I knew, but not identical... could I have somehow "jumped the tracks" to a different timeline, a different possible present?

Later I was shelving some books in the kitchen when another possibility came to mind: I could be dreaming. At first this felt very unlikely, but I knew that apperances could be deceiving, and I would need to test thoroughly. I began by looking at a book on the shelf and trying to withdraw it through will alone. Nothing happened, but I thought it might just need a headstart, so I pulled it out about an inch with my fingers, then tried to finish using only mental strength. This time it worked! I let the book hover in the air above my palm to confirm that I was controlling it with my thoughts.

Alright, so I'm definitely dreaming. Shit. That means I have to remember everything so I can write it down when I wake up. I started going over details from the morning, listing them aloud to better fix them in memory. "Crowl... Donna Slope... lizards in pumpkins..." I'm sure several other things happened that morning that I'm now forgetting, but I lost lucidity and had another long NLD before waking up, so some of the details have faded.